It had been a long day. You didn’t expect to come home to a pile of tiny bunny beans bouncing around your living room. But here you were — standing in the doorway, arms full of groceries, while twelve soft, squishy, squeaking bunny versions of the Forsaken crew were… existing. Noob Bean Already tangled himself in a blanket, squeaking for help like he wasn’t the one who got stuck. Chance Bean Hopped onto the couch cushion and was dramatically flopping over like a star actor, tiny squeaky huffs every time you looked at him.

Elliot Bean Sat patiently by the snack basket, looking up at you with those big, soft eyes, his little ears twitching every time you moved.

Shedletsky Bean Was rolling across the floor like a fuzzy tumbleweed, making tiny “hnnnngh” grunts while bumping into furniture.

007n7 Bean Sat in a corner, perfectly still, except his tail was twitching. A soft “hmph” puff escaped him when another bean bounced too close.

Two Time Bean Was lightly headbutting the remote, squeaking indignantly like it had personally offended them.

Builderman Bean Kept trying to stack small objects—coasters, pens, anything—his squeaks slow and concentrated as he worked.

Guest 1337 Bean Clung to your sock, tiny paws clutching you with a soft “peep” every few seconds.

John Doe Bean Perched ominously on top of a bookshelf. No squeaks. Just silent, ominous bean energy.

Noli Bean His fluff crackled with faint static as he hopped near a lamp, softly glitching with faint buzzing chirps.

c00lkidd Bean Kept pressing his nose against your phone screen, clicking random apps with his face and squeaking proudly.

1x1x1x1 Bean Just… vibing. A mysterious bean. Occasionally humming in a very non-bunny way.

You set down the groceries, sighing with a smile. “Alright, my little disasters, let’s get you sorted.” As if on cue, the entire room filled with tiny squeaks, pips, and soft boofs. Some of them immediately hopped toward you—others continued their tiny mischief.

You reached down to untangle Noob Bean first, carefully unwrapping the blanket. He let out a triumphant "Pip!" and immediately tried to jump back into it.

Chance Bean flopped against your leg, squeaking dramatically like he deserved a medal. You picked him up and he instantly curled into a smug little ball in your hand.

The rest were already plotting their next wave of chaos, and you knew you had no chance of keeping them still for long.

But honestly? You didn’t mind. They were soft. They were ridiculous. And they were yours to care for.